Poem April 21, 1945 Issue

Standing on the Promises

BESSIE EVANGELINE MURCH

It is not love unto our God,
Nor to a brother, friend,
To see as real, and having power,
As growing stronger every hour,
The evils that portend.

It is not praise unto our God
To see Him less than All,
Or own another power may be
Enthroned in lives and destiny
While unto Him we call.

Dear Father, in Thy Word we find
All terrors flee away
When we our full allegiance give,
And in Thy loving presence live.
Then dawns the perfect day.

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